I reckon I know a few people who could shatter glass with the voices. They have an ability to be able to talk in a nightclub and be heard over pumping music. I am not one of them, or I didn't think so.
R was sitting watching telly and I was sitting at the puter where I now am. I was saying something, a little loudly to be heard over the tv and this vase full of water and flowers sitting behind my back on the bench exploded for no obvious reason. About five hours earlier R had changed the water in the vase but apart from that, it hadn't been touched. It was cold water into a room temperature vase with the heating on and sitting on a cold granite bench top. If it almost immediately broke, I could perhaps understand, but hours later???
I am not a habitual swearer. I save naughty words for special occasions. This was one such occasion. 'What the fuck happened then?' I asked R. And this morning when I rose and saw the lack of flowers, again I wondered how the fuck did that happen? R is not happy as he liked the vase and it was a gift from a workmate for his last special birthday.
We cleaned the mess up and to steady our shattered nerves, we knocked off the rest of the Scotch.
Here is the vase seen in better days.